"Hundreds of years ago, a female knight appeared in this city, who led a hundred knights in the name of Lorraine, fought against the Demon King's army that attempted to invade the city, and succeeded in expelling it with the strength of a hundred men. This is the origin of Lorraine's City ... But this is also an old legend from a long time ago."
Looking at the statue of a female knight galloping on horseback carved in the plaza, Kelly introduced the crowd with little interest.
"There was no Marco Kingdom at that time, but I think the world was far more normal then than it is now. ... That said, is it okay for us to keep waiting like this?"
"Honestly, I think that statue is weird."
Jared gazed carefully at the stone statue in the center of the square, and after half a day's observation, raised his question with a slight frown .
"Strange?"
(Yes ... the facial expressions are a bit subtle by statue standards ... )
Caroline also raised the same question, indeed look carefully, this female knight as a hero to save a city, theoretically speaking, the sculptor should portray her brave and fearless is right, but I do not know why, this stone statue is not that kind of sprint in the thousands of horses and horses between the feeling, but some ... do not know how to describe, although at a cursory glance there is nothing unusual, but a person with a heart to look carefully, if you will find that the whole statue seems to hide some kind of rather strange symbolism. Describe, although roughly under no difference, but the heart of the people to observe carefully, but will find that the whole statue seems to hide some kind of rather strange allegory.
"But then again, what was Kula doing there?"
Jared turned his attention to Kura, who was sitting curled up in front of the statue. She was acting like a real child, playing with the doll and muttering to herself. Although Jared had wanted to go over to the statue, Kura didn't seem to want them to go near it, so the group moved away from it. They didn't have anywhere else to go anyway, and after martial law was declared, the square, which should have been bustling with people, was deserted, and even though Jared and his group's presence was noticeable, they didn't care, and were better off that way, I should say.
"Anyway, I've always thought it was strange."
Jared watched Kura play with himself for a few more moments, then turned around, just as he had some questions within him, and took the opportunity to pass the time.
"I realize that you all don't believe in God?"
"God?"
Kelly repeated Jared's words with an odd look on her face, clearly puzzled.
"What is God?"
"Earl ..."
Unexpected rhetorical question, let Gina, Caroline and Jared looked at each other, although since coming to this world, did not see anything similar to the church or believers and so on, but according to their own ideas, this backward civilization of the world should have some kind of belief in the existence of the teachings of the gods, but now look at Kelly's appearance, it is the so-called "God" this kind of thing, no concept at all. But now Kelly looks like she has no idea about the so-called "God".
"Aren't there demons in the legends? Then isn't that the opposite of God?"
"It's true that demons come from hell, as we've learned in the history of magical theory. But we never knew there was a race of gods."
"What about the spirit of magic? Isn't that the same as a god to you?"
"The Spirit of Magic and we Wizards are companions, we help each other, we respect each other. Without the Wizard, the Spirit of Magic would not be known. Without the Spirit of Magic, we Wizards would not exist. That's the relationship we have with the Spirit of Magic, Jared. Is that the same thing you call a god?"
"That's quite a theorist statement ..."
Gina murmured, and in fact, Kelly's statement, is the concrete embodiment of the world of Jared a well-known principle of thought, because the observation so exists, if you do not observe can not be known, there is no such theory although not completely correct, but there are indeed quite a number of believers. However, in this backward civilized world, Kylie was able to say this kind of words as a matter of course, but also called everyone a bit surprised.
(But, in terms of ethics, morality and man's own behavior, the existence of a deity is one of the constraints on man's own behavior, isn't it?)
"Wouldn't laws be enough to govern human behavior? Why should we let a race other than humans judge whether or not we're doing the right thing?"
In a sense, it's an irrefutable point of view.
But in that case, not only is there no religion in this world, there's not even a god to believe in either ...
"But I'm curious, Jared, where did you guys hear about this 'god' stuff, I've never heard a story like that before?" After answering Jared's question, Kelly asked curiously. This made Jared a little embarrassed, but he just casually made a few sentences, and did not say anything more. And Kelly obviously did not continue to ask the intention, at the moment she was concentrating on feeling the magic spirit in the surrounding air, for the upcoming battle to prepare.
"The wind has changed."
Jared stretched out his right hand, staring at the deserted streets in front of him, although there were occasional pedestrians passing by, but at this moment, this once beautiful city has now completely turned into a dead city. Both soldiers and civilians live in boundless fear and trepidation. Although there were people looking at Jared from time to time, but no one dared to go up to them and ask them questions.
"It looks like it's going to be a change."
Jared gazed up at the blue, cloudless sky and muttered.
Caroline, who had been resting on Jared's side, suddenly stood up straight, and she gracefully walked in the opposite direction of where Jared was facing, while holding up the umbrella in her hand.
Meanwhile, Kura had stopped playing with the muppets and lazily raised her head, eyes half open and half closed, staring ahead of herself.
At the same time, three blurred figures were walking slowly but surely towards the crowd.
"So much for your evil schemes and plans, Lord of the Darkness!"
Max was still wearing his luxurious mage robes, his white beard and mustache were floating without wind, and he displayed an amazing pressure. He gazed coldly at Kura in front of him, without surprise or joy.
"Woo Meow ..."
Kura didn't respond to Max, but tilted her head from side to side in some confusion.
"Aria Envoy?"
It was still the same kind of questioning that was completely uninformative, but Max let out a sneer.
"That's right, you wouldn't believe it, Berukolin! Andalie and Fiala aren't just Demon Spirit Messengers anymore! They're now the real Ariadne! You don't stand a chance!!!"
"No, there's something strange."
Kelly stared intently at the other two middle-aged men and whispered rather suspiciously .
"It's impossible, I don't feel that 'possibility' from them, they're not naturally upgraded . It's not the same as that Lord Marks ..."
"They just have the power of an aria envoy."
Wendy, who had been silent, spoke up .
"But does not hold the status of an aria envoy..."
"But that's still tricky ."
Kylie wasn't afraid of her opponent because she was a Chanting Envoy, but she didn't relax either. Among wizards, the strongest magic was not the power of the magic, but the "class" of the wizard. Especially after entering the realm of chanting, there is an absolute, unbridgeable barrier between the rank of a trainee chanter, a chanter, a spirit messenger, and a chanter. Even if a chanter possesses enough power to rival a magic spirit messenger, as long as she is not a magic spirit messenger, then she will definitely lose, and this is the eternal, hierarchical class system in the field of magic.
That's why Kylie said that although these two people possessed powers that were strong enough to rival the Aria Envoys, they hadn't been given the status of Aria Envoys.
It's not just a matter of having enough power to become a Chantress.
However, there was no change in the ratio of power, among the spell casters present, except for Kura, Wendy and Kylie were both trainee Praetorians. They themselves were still two levels away from the Demon Spirit Emissary, both in terms of level and strength, they were far too different from each other. What's more, all three of them were holding weapons that were constantly radiating a faint light, so it was obvious that those were high-level magic items.
"Caroline and I will deal with those two, Kula will take care of the old geezer, and Gina, you're in charge of protecting Wendy and Kelly. You two, prepare to deal with the stragglers, no problem."
Jared gave the order in a low, quick voice, but it only drew a scoff from Max.
"Kid, you're too arrogant, do you think these two are that easy to deal with? Today, all of you will die here!!!"
"It's not up to you to decide if you're going to die or not."
Jared grunted, and when he raised his hand again, the huge black scythe was already resisting Jared's shoulder.
"What's more, it's not certain who's going to die!"
"Stupid!"
Max grunted.
"We don't give a damn about kids like you! Come on out! The strongest army of the Marco Kingdom!!!"
The surrounding houses collapsed, densely packed with armed-to-the-teeth armored soldiers stepped out of the ruins in silence, holding a variety of weapons, their eyes cold and revealing a hint of heat. In front of their eyes was the culprit who had killed their compatriots, and these soldiers could no longer bear the torment of the fire of anger that nearly burned their hearts.
Then, behind them, with a great mechanical roar, hundreds of strange-looking steel vehicles slowly marched in, their huge guns pointed at the crowd, reflecting a cold, unforgiving luster on their inorganic surfaces.
"I didn't expect to be able to see ... in this world."
Jared shrugged helplessly and snapped his fingers at Gina.
"I'll leave it to you, no problem."
"Don't worry, Dad."
As Gina spoke, Sebelius appeared at her side once more, dumbfounded.
"I have no problem with that."
"Very good ..."
Jared swung his scythe with a loud whistling sound in the air.
His face was grim, and he wore a fearless sneer.
"So, let's get started."